Old Friend

How I have missed you..  
Your cold cruel  
Unforgiving touch..  
Your burning sensations  
Once you touch my skin..  
Written upon you  
'It'll be ok.' well  
I sure hope it will...  
But to my disappointment.  
You are a blunt and dull  
Rusty blade..  
I'd have to sharpen you  
And clean you before you're  
Put to good use...  
Yet some voice deep  
In my head, one sane one,  
The one who has been there  
For me when I am at  
My knees and helpless..  
It tells me no...  
Not to let this blood thirsty  
Addiction re-create  
Scars.. I beg to it,  
Just this once, there's  
Room surely somewhere upon  
My wrist or ankle..  
Another no.. Sighing, I hold  
My dear old friend,  
Who shines and glistens while  
My tears fall upon it.  
Perhaps another day,  
My old friend,  
We will meet again..  
But for now, go  
Back in your spot,  
And wait til I've  
Completely lost my  
Sanity.. Good bye old friend..  
For now..